Monday, February 02, 2015


These machines are making me jumpy.
      I go around showing myself to people
           to make sure I'm still here.
     I don't want to be in a place
      where nothing in the air
        speaks to me.
 Behind a coiled mass of bronze
     a deep red fire goes on and on.
 In its throne of warped and muted echoes
                                          I am seated
                                                     and calm.

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